My Son Called Me From The Hospital. When I Arrived, The Doctor Went Quiet And Said, “You Know He’s Our Chief Of Surgery… Right?”

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I opened my eyes again, and something inside me hardened into a decision. “Good. Because there will be.”

Ethan woke in recovery at 1:30 p.m., pale but stable. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then landing on me like I was the only thing tethering him to the world.

“Dad?”

“I’m here. It went well. They got it out. You’re going to be okay.”

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